如果我是一只乌,
我要用我沙啞的声音反复吟唱:
当大地被暴雨重创,
河流波涛洶湧掀泻着我們的悲哀和憤怒,
狂風持续呼啸着,

然而,
欣喜地看到樹林中呈現出溫柔的黎明曙光⋯⋯
在那时,
我將消亡,
我的羽毛將腐烂在土壤里,
这就是为什么我的双眼充滿着泪水?
因為我深深地热爱這块土地⋯⋯

If I were a bird,
I would chant with my husky voice:
The Land stricken by the tempest,
The river surging our sorrow and rage,
The wind blowing wrathfully and unceasingly,
And the tender dawn gratefully from the woods…
— Then, I would perish,
With my feathers even rotten in the soil.
Why am I always in my eyes brimming tears?
Because I love the Land so dearly…